Shadows of Fear -- Part 21
by Martin H Slusser

Angel slid cool hands over Benny’s work lined knuckles.

Her hot little ear pressed against the sweaty tee shirt. She found herself fantasizing about Benny and her mother. Was he as good as her own memories claimed? Being used, one person after another, waking with needle tracks still bleeding from her arm, Angie could see only a dark cloud of faces in a room that was brightly lit. Did Benny have his fun, then want to go to sleep, like Donald? Or . . . Yeah, the look on her mother’s face said it all. In spades. Yo, did it ever.

She sighed. If only he had money, like Donald. People called Benny’s mother a saint, but the redskin was still poor as a church mouse.

About a car-length behind, Two Swords snapped at the Gold Sun. “So what? I don’t care if you don’t like being a Ride, Heart’.” He snorted his disgust at Heart-a’-Fire’s grumbling. “Just cool it and en-joy, du’e.”

Low and biting, Heart-a’-Fire growled. A black and silver streak of flame she rose a few inches above the road,. Clouds of lightening followed, in them were multitudes of tiny spirits that would brook no challenge. In the oak forest that lined the road, small animals scurried up to watch them pass. Fawns raised liquid brown eyes and stepped to the edge of the road. Tsi:ge:O, elves, whooped war cries, flipping up the back flaps of loin clothes at passing imps.

The Great Cleansing was coming. All of Mother’s creation waited the death of Owl.

Leda’s teeth ached with a need to change. She yawned, letting the coven see the blood staining her mouth. More than one looked away. Soon it would be time to take the Cu’alani boy’s heart. Then they would hunt.

Tommy Drobnicki snarled a laugh. His robes dropped to reveal an engorged member. Leda sniffed and he scowled.

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